[ Rex had been ready to argue. He's got plenty to say - more than he thought he did, if he was being honest. He'd known he was unhappy Andy was gone but he didn't know how much it had affected him by now, how riled up he'd get at her easy dismissal of everything they've built up together, the anger burning in his gut that she'd rather fight than sit down and talk about whatever it is that really transpired between Poe and Andy. His mouth is open, in fact, ready for a quick retort that will likely do no more than make things worse. He doesn't care. He's never been one to mince words and today's not going to be the day he tries subtlety on for size.
But then Poe speaks, and all the fight winds out of him. Saying these things out loud has never been important to him. And, frankly, reciprocation has never been important to him either. It's never mattered whether or not he was as important to these two idiots as they are to him. But it's important to Poe, isn't it? If it wasn't, he wouldn't have said anything in the first place. He would have just rode along whatever the kriff this was, the same as he and Andy have. It's only then that he lets his arms fall back to his sides, looking over at Poe instead of angry, brow creased. ]
Poe, [ he says, helpless, beseeching, but that only lasts a moment before he's squaring his shoulders again, a certain ferocity in the set of his jaw. ]
She can forget it all she wants. I won't.
[ And hell, if Poe won't protect himself, Rex will protect him for him. He may not be holding Andy back physically, but he's still placed squarely between the two without any apparent intention to move. ]
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But then Poe speaks, and all the fight winds out of him. Saying these things out loud has never been important to him. And, frankly, reciprocation has never been important to him either. It's never mattered whether or not he was as important to these two idiots as they are to him. But it's important to Poe, isn't it? If it wasn't, he wouldn't have said anything in the first place. He would have just rode along whatever the kriff this was, the same as he and Andy have. It's only then that he lets his arms fall back to his sides, looking over at Poe instead of angry, brow creased. ]
Poe, [ he says, helpless, beseeching, but that only lasts a moment before he's squaring his shoulders again, a certain ferocity in the set of his jaw. ]
She can forget it all she wants. I won't.
[ And hell, if Poe won't protect himself, Rex will protect him for him. He may not be holding Andy back physically, but he's still placed squarely between the two without any apparent intention to move. ]